💟 just tryin to get a little more real with you:
When I was younger, I was such a “club joiner”. French club, Brownies, tap team, softball, coed basketball (yeah I joined FOR A BOY OK), etc. I even tried to join the “pog” community, which was basically just three boys who would sit at their desks during recess and play pog. Yeah. I ultimately never stayed in any club for long and defined myself as a quitter. I quit everything.
Looking back, I realize that none of these clubs ever had anyone who looked like me. They never celebrated girls who represented my innermost ideals or supported what I had to say. Male dominated groups and Asian American-less meetings. So I constantly felt alone. My Brownie sash was filled to the brim with badges, patches and accolades from activities that were completed by myself or with my mom. Throughout my career I’ve felt this sort of lone duck mentality of feeling like I’m different. The catch-22 of this idea that one could feel so lonely inside of something designed to be inclusive, was heartbreaking.
A club shouldn’t feel exclusive. A club should give you an all encompassing feeling of belonging. Of being recognized for who you truly are inside. I wanted that for my kid self and now I want to share that with all of you. I’m scared all the time. That’s okay. Know that we are all in this together and making it on terms that we get to decide for ourselves. I know now that I was never a quitter. Far from it. I was a dreamer. Dreaming for a day when I would be represented.
So welcome to the club. 💟👋🏽
I shared my story. Now you share yours. Send us a picture and 1-2 paragraphs of one of the first times you felt different, excluded or dealt with questions on your identity. Share with the #inherwords and #AAGCgirl. @allymaki